I'm Working on Me

I went from the club to the church and didn't miss a beat
And I'm tired, down to twenty percent, so please don't judge me
I'm working on me, I'm working on me
Sometimes I be in these streets
But God knows I'm working on me
I'm working on me

Woke up this morning and I gave thanks
I'm glad I took a shower last night and washed off that stain
The DJ was lit, I met a baddie
And she was throwing that thing (yeah)
And she was throwing that thing (in a circle)

Oh, she was throwing that thing (circle)
Lil' mama had me geeked up like an old uncle
The club was jumping, I partied till the lights came on
And got home around four-something (four-something)

But I made it to church (yes)
I made it to church, I testified, and the pastor looked at me
He said that God is still with you, even though your ass smells like brown liquor
He said that God is still with you, even though your ass smells like brown liquor

I went from the club to the church and didn't miss a beat
And I'm tired, down to twenty percent, so please don't judge me
I'm working on me, I'm working on me
Sometimes I be in these streets
But God knows I'm working on me
I'm working on me

I said, I said I'm working on me
Oh, I'm working on me
Sometimes I be in these streets
But God knows I'm working on me

I said, I said I'm working on me
Oh, I'm working on me
Sometimes I be in these streets
But God knows I'm working on me